“There is a vulgar incredulity, which in historical matters, as well as in those …” — Walter Scott

When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.

To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.

What I have to say is far more important than how long my eyelashes are.

He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.